Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

The paint on the wooden doors faded and rotted, the windows peeled, and the light that filtered in was dim. The furniture inside the room showed the weariness of age: the wood had turned black, the bronze had lost its luster, and the antiques displayed signs of cracking and damage. The calligraphy and paintings on the walls were blurred, gradually faded by the erosion of time.

The hallway was dark and damp, the air thick with a dusty smell. The living room carpet was worn and tattered, covered in dust and stains. The mahogany furniture was scratched and worn, losing its former luster. The tea sets had lost their original splendor, now stained a dull gray.

Hua remembered that his father said this was where his grandfather lived when he was alive, and it would have been left in ruins.

But because of work reasons, my father brought me to Canghai City.

The housing prices in Canghai City are very high, but fortunately there is this old house, a small villa backed by the mountains, which can be moved in after some cleaning.

"This is?"

Hua discovered that there was a clean path left on the dusty floor, which was visibly clean and new, and was out of tune with the surrounding old layout.

Looking along the path, it leads to the second floor.

Driven by curiosity, Hua walked along the path, wanting to see if the end was as clean as this.

Ascending to the second floor, a path led to the master bedroom, a symbol of decay and desolation. The window panes were cracked, allowing sunlight to filter through the cracks, casting dappled shadows on the worn floor. The bed covers were faded, and the cushions were sagging. In the study, the desk and bookshelves had been unapologetically gnawed by woodworms, leaving the book covers tattered and dust billowing as giant rats scurried out of their holes.

But amidst the chaos and filth, there is a clean path.

At the end was a box about the same height as Hua.

A very special box, wrapped with colorful flowers, blooming miraculously.

Lavender, pink crystal flowers, rosemary, pansy...

"What a nice smell." Hua sniffed. This rich fragrance shouldn't be in a house that has been unoccupied for more than ten years.

“What a strange box”

Hua walked up, parted the flowers, and found a lock.

If there was no key, Hua might have stopped here, but there was a key on the lock, as if it was left there deliberately, waiting for the next living person who came here to open it.

Hua hesitated for a long time, and finally grabbed the key and turned it hard.

She didn't know why she was so curious today and came here unknowingly.

If it were any other time, Hua would definitely stay on the first floor to enjoy the cool air, waiting for his father to come back and follow him.

With a "clang", the lock was opened and the lid slowly rose. Hua walked forward curiously to see what was inside.

She guessed that there must be many old collections in it.

Unexpectedly, when Hua's eyes focused on the box, she saw a person.

A very beautiful person.

He is about the same age as her and seems to be from China.

Corpse?

Hua immediately thought of this terrible possibility: Could it be that his grandfather killed the child and put him in a box to hide it from others?

After calming down for a while, Hua realized how ridiculous his previous thought was, because the boy in the box was clearly still breathing, just like he was asleep.

"Hey, wake up, get up."

Hua reached out and touched the boy's face.

At the moment of contact, he opened his eyes with difficulty, his eyes were empty and lifeless.

"What's your name? Why are you in the box at my house?" Hua asked.

The boy seemed to have heard nothing at all. He raised his head dully and met Hua's gaze. His eyes gradually focused, and his scattered pupils regained focus. He slowly stood up and took out the box.

Pink eyes?

Hua was a little surprised. It was the first time she saw people's pupils of this color.

"Hmm~hmm? Did you wake me up? You're so cute, let's be friends!"

Hua's right hand was suddenly held enthusiastically, and... why was the other person's hand touching him restlessly?

The introverted and shy Hua instantly withdrew his hand and took several steps back.

"Huh? Am I that scary? Oh, right, I haven't introduced myself yet."

"My given name is Mo, which means stranger. Nice to meet you."

Li Mo smiled brightly, his eyes sparkling with bright light, like two pink stars shining in the dark night.

For some reason, Hua found himself unable to look away and stood there stiffly.

"Well, um... my name is Hua... No, why are you in my house, in this box..." Hua introduced herself instinctively. She was not good at dealing with such enthusiastic people.

"emmm..."

Li Mo raised his head, as if thinking seriously about Hua's question.

"Hehe..." Li Mo smiled evilly, as if he was plotting something.

But the next second, he answered without hesitation, which made me, who was usually dull, couldn't help but twitch my lips and sigh at his weirdness.

"I forgot."

"forgotten?"

"Yes, I can't remember anything except the name."

"You're not lying to me..."

"How could I bear to lie to my only friend, Hua? Well, no matter how many questions I ask, I can't give a single answer, so why not talk about something happy~"

"Happy things..."

Hua fell into deep silence. She hadn't felt happy since she started school. She didn't know what to do or what she could do.

Because she was too clumsy and slow, no classmates wanted to play with her.

In addition, her luck has always been bad, and the people in her class gave her a bad nickname that is well-known in China: Jinx.

It is said that anyone who gets close to her will be unlucky.

Even Hua himself firmly believes this.

Seeing Hua's sad face, dim eyes unconsciously, and the aura of "no strangers allowed" all over his body, Li Mo blinked his pink eyes, and the smile on his face remained pure.

"Your negative emotions are about to overflow, but it doesn't matter. I will accept them all. After all, you are my friend."

"I will always stand behind you, so raise your head and smile. A pretty girl like you must look very pretty when she smiles~"

Li Mo noticed Hua's loneliness, and instinctively, he took the initiative to step forward, pinched Hua's cheeks with both hands and gently pulled them away.

Let Hua show a mechanical and stiff smile.

Under normal circumstances, Hua would never let anyone touch her, especially the opposite sex.

Li Mo in front of him was clearly just a stranger he met for the first time, but Hua did not feel any hostility towards her.

"I, I need to talk to my dad."

After saying that, Hua fled and rushed out of the house.

Li Mo stayed where he was, feeling the remaining warmth on his middle finger, and muttered to himself, "I suddenly feel a little lonely, let's go out and find some fun."

His playful nature urged him to follow Hua who was leaving.

In the courtyard, Hua's father was still talking attentively with his childhood friend.

He was accompanied by a little girl about the same age as Hua.

"Haha, your daughter and my daughter are in the same class. What a coincidence! In the future, you can let your daughter take my daughter to study and play together. Well, as you know, my daughter is shy and always stays alone. I'm afraid that this child will develop some health problems from being alone."

Hua's father spoke in a cheerful tone, but became worried when talking about Hua.

The childhood friend naturally understood what he meant, but he glanced at his daughter who kept shaking her head.

The man often heard his daughter mention that there was a jinx in the class who brought bad luck to anyone who met him.

The man certainly didn't believe in this kind of metaphysics, but his daughter told her that Hua was isolated by his classmates and that he came from a single-parent family.

Morality tells men that they should not talk about other people's injuries casually. After educating his daughter, he only told her not to hurt others.

As for letting my daughter play with isolated people in the class, that is unrealistic.

They are experienced people and they all know that children tend to stick together in groups. Once someone plays with someone who is isolated and excluded by the group, that person will also be isolated and excluded by the group.

Of course, the man does not want his young daughter to be treated unfairly in this way.

In the world of children, being isolated and excluded is definitely not a trivial matter. After all, they are not mentally mature yet, and even a broken toy is a big deal for them.

Hurt and pain cannot be lumped together.

"This kind of thing cannot be forced. As you know, old classmate, I generally don't interfere in my daughter's interpersonal relationships. She has her own ideas." The man said tactfully, and his meaning was already very clear.

Hua's father sighed and didn't bring up the subject again.

He himself knew very well that he could not blame others. Hua was indeed more reserved and introverted than other children and could not play with his peers.

only……

Hua's father glanced at the girl his childhood friend was holding.

It would be great if someone could accompany Hua, even if it's just for a while.

If this continues, Hua's childhood is destined to lack emotional and spiritual sustenance. She will have to spend her whole life making up for the isolation and exclusion in her childhood.

"I understand. Let's do the work first. After we're done, I'll treat you to dinner in the evening. Your house will be together with mine." Hua's father suggested.

The childhood friend wanted to take it, but his little finger was shaken by his daughter. He gave a helpless smile and then evaded the question, "Next time, didn't the teacher say to pay more attention to the children? There happened to be a small test in class yesterday, and my daughter didn't get a perfect score. She was depressed all night, and I need to sort out her feelings."

"Well, alright, just call me when you have time."

In the adult world, no one knows when the next time will be, but there is a high probability that there will be no next time.

"arrive."

"Well, come on, old classmate. I heard that you are the vice president of the Canghai City Martial Arts Association. Come on, let me show you if my fitness in recent years is as good as yours, haha."

Hua's father stood on the car and handed the goods to his childhood friend. His childhood friend took the heavy object, carried it on his shoulders, and then put it on the ground.

"Xiaoxuan, go in and play by yourself. Uncle and I are working."

"Ah."

The girl called Xiaoxuan frowned, looked around, and made sure that no other classmates saw her before she reluctantly walked into the courtyard.

It was so awkward to be with Hua, the unlucky guy everyone called "jinx". Just thinking about it made it clear that the two of them stayed far away from each other and didn't say a word.

Be sure to take a hot bath when you get home to wash away all the bad luck.

"This is a sycamore tree, but why do you ask?"

"Just asking..."

"A casual question? Humph, I don't believe it. I want to answer seriously. Ahem, listen carefully, Hua. The phoenix sings on that high hill. The parasol tree grows in the morning sun. Legend has it that lush parasol trees attract phoenixes. Your grandfather had good vision, planting so many parasol trees in the courtyard. He must have hoped that a beautiful, capable and talented woman would emerge in the family. The legend has come true, and you, the smart and capable Hua, have appeared!"

Li Mo was like a groundhog, with his hands raised high.

"How do you know so much..."

"Isn't this common sense... Hey? Looks like there are guests here. Are they your other friends? Go say hello. Don't worry, I'm right here."

Li Mo pointed at Xiaoxuan who was standing at the gate of the courtyard and said in a cheerful tone.

"I……"

When Hua saw that it was his classmate Xiaoxuan, his good mood chatting with Li Mo instantly fell to the bottom.

She finally found someone she could talk to, although most of the time it was Li Mo who started new topics and guided the conversation.

If Li Mo knew that she was a jinx...

I'm afraid he will also dislike me and no longer consider me his friend.

In the end, I was alone again.

Hua shook her head. After all, she was the boss and couldn't lose her manners.

Even though she and the guest were just children, China was a country that attached great importance to etiquette.

Hua hesitated for a while, and finally walked up to Xiaoxuan and greeted her dully: "Good afternoon..."

"Good afternoon, Hua."

Xiaoxuan smiled and responded to Hua readily that she couldn't do it anymore.